The 7th hole at Duston Country Club, a small 9 hole course near our summer cabin, is the number one handicap hole on the course. A 194 par 3 directly up hill with a postage stamp green shaped like a contact lens which is nearly impossible to hold. Everyone who plays the course is shooting for a bogey and is happy if they successfully get the ball up the hill off of the tee. After teeing up my ball, I noticed the tees were much farther back than usual and so I returned to my bag to swap my 5-iron for a 4-iron. When I hit the shot, it was dead straight and landed at the top of the hill but left of the flag, the last we could see of the ball was a generous kick right that put the ball right on line with the pin and then the hill blocked our sight from seeing anything further. My first thoughts were ecstatic that I had carried the hill for probably only the second time all year and that the kick the ball took might have put it on the green, a rare feat in itself. Playing in a family scramble, I took my cart to pick up a teammate's ball which was along the tree line between the 6th and the 7th fairways. While over there, we pulled into the 6th fairway to say hello to my Dad and Aunts who were playing two groups behind us. Certainly not rushing to the green, we eventually got to the top of the hill and couldn't find the ball. Remembering that I had grabbed an extra club at the last second, I thought it might have gone long. Checked over the green, nothing. Then one of the people in our group said "check the cup" somewhat sarcastically but when I did, the ball was sitting right there in the hole just waiting for me. I couldn't believe it! A hole in one on this hole was practically unheard of and hadn't been done for years. My first reaction was to find my dad, who taught me to play golf and has been searching his entire golf career for a hole in one. I ran to the top of hill and saw him in sight, screaming "DAD I GOT A HOLE IN ONE!!!". He couldn't believe it either, everyone thought I was kidding. Between the three groups in our scramble, there was close to a hundred years of good golfers with golf experience and no one had a hole in one. And here I stood at 18, just 10 years into my golf career with my first ace. We'll never know what happened after the ball kicked right at the top of the hill but somehow that cup seeking missile Titleist 2 DT Solo golf ball found the cup. There wasn't a better day for such an amazing event, my entire family was there. My mom who hasn't been golfing for several years, my three aunts who had never played and my cousins who did golf but had never seen a hole in one. Even my brother who lives in 3000 miles away in Arizona felt like he was part of it because the golf ball I used was one he had given me. My dad was filled with pure joy and all weekend kept staring and smiling at me with the periodic, "You got a hole in one" comment. He said, "I feel like I got a hole in one. I don't have one, so I'm going to live through this one. It could be my only chance". My dad was so excited and proud that he ran over to me when he reached the 9th green and gave me a bigger hug than when I graduated high school. Already an amazing weekend with the family and a fun day of golf, the hole in one only added to the excitement.